There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?

Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.